the only hope for me is you; frerard

I'm Gonna Make Damn Sure That You Can't Ever Leave

Song: MakeDamnSure by Taking Back Sunday

Gerard's POV

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I really did not want to talk to anyone about anything except for Frank. If you've ever loved someone the way I do him, you'll know what I'm talking about. He understands me... Nobody else does. Ray, Bob, and Mikey especially, try to... But they never will FULLY understand me.

We walked and talked until we showed up in the lawn of our house. I was dreading going inside, and I think he was, too, by the way his entire body was shaking, "C'mon Frankie, let's get this over with." I said, pointing toward the door. We got closer, and opened the door. Everyone was already sitting down at the dining room table, so it only made it easier for him to say, "Hey dudes, we need to talk about some shit, alright?"

Ray's head shot up and said, "Oh- wow... Uh, what is it, Frank?" Frank looked at me and pulled out a chair for me to sit down, only to then pull out a chair for himself. I spoke before Frank could, "Frank and I, we- uh-... We're boyfriends." It was a funny moment, it was. Mikey slouched in his chair and made a stupid little smile, as if to say 'called it'. Ray gasped, in shock. Bob... Well, Bob shook his head with disapproval, "That's not all we wanted to talk about though, right, Gerard?" Frankie asked, looking at me.

"No... guess not... We wanted to talk about... How we're feeling. Frankie, would you like to go first?" I asked. "No, Gerard, you can start." I bit my lip and nodded, "Alright... So- uh - well, I'll just show you..." Ray's eyebrow raised with confusion. Mikey's eyes widened and Bob left the room. I grabbed the bottom of my sweatshirt sleeve and looked at everyone. Then, I pulled it up and looked away. Even I couldn't stand to see my almost destroyed arm. Frank looked away, too. His eyes tearing up. I never told Mikey I did this to myself. He stood up and cupped his hand over his mouth, "GERARD?! W-why..." I shook my head, very fast. I didn't want anyone to know, "Mikey... I'm s-sorry... I-I don't know what to say." I said, quickly pulling my sleeve back down, "Gee, how long have you been doing this to yourself?" Mikey asked, very quietly, "Uh, probably since I was 15 I think..." Mikey was shocked, "GERARD! YOU'RE 28 YEARS OLD! THAT'S 13 FUCKING YEARS OF HURTING YOURSELF! WHY HAVEN'T YOU TOLD ME?" I started to cry, "Because I didn't want this to happen! I didn't want to worry you!" Mikey shook his head in disbelief, "We're taking you to get help. Right now. Get in the car." Mikey said, demanding., pointing to the garage door. "Mikey-" I said, not wanting to. "GERARD GET IN THE FUCKING CAR!"

I ran into the garage, getting into the car, and Frank followed shortly after me. We both sat in the backseat, not buckling up, but laying down on the seats hugging, "It'll be okay..." Frank whispered into my ear, kissing my head.

We drove to the hospital.

Mikey went up to the front desk, "Uh, ma'am my brother over there needs some help... Uh he, he uh... Well, he's basically destroyed his body with cuts and bruises and burns... All inflicted by himself." The lady looked at me, and said, "Right this way. The doctor will see you shortly."